This is just a teaser scene for a Mage/Ranma fic I'm working on. I expect to
release the completed fic after Christmas break. C&C not welcome, since this
is just a scene.
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        Kaosu grunted with effort as he drove the wooden practice arrow with
both hands into the gaijin kindred's chest.
        "What the hell was that?" Asked Ranma, panting a little himself. The
kindred had torn the young man's arms and chest open. He was bleeding from a
dozen wounds, but steadfastly ignoring them.
        "The Technocracy is importing American vampires as muscle. I imagine
Japanese kindred are all too powerful to do such gruntwork, but American
princes are known for selling their footsoldiers for influence."
        "Vampires?"
        "Yes, vampires. Get used to that idea, Ranma. You're not in the
day-world anymore. You're right in the middle of a savage struggle for
power, a war being fought by things you thought only lived in horror movies."
        The young mage reached around his body and pulled his double-pronged
dagger from the folds of his trenchcoat. A small plastic goblet emerged from
another fold. He examined the paralyzed kindred for a moment, then
positioned the goblet under the neck and plunged the dagger in, ripping
downwards. Blood, somehow thicker and darker than regular human blood, oozed
from the wound and dribbled into the cup.
        "Here. Drink." He proffered the cup to Ranma, who choked as he
looked at it. 
        "Drink, I said. Kindred blood has healing properties for normal
humans. You're going to need your body whole. We have to interrogate this
bastard, and I can't carry him back to the dojo myself."
        Wincing, Ranma took the cup, held his nose, and drank…

-Drakkus Blasphemy, Greater Daemon of Eris Discordia
drakkus@labyrinth.net
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